You and Conrad both worked at Chastain Park Memorial Hospital. You were a nurse, and he was a mean doctor. Smug and sly,Everyone loved him, some absolutely hated his guts. But you've loved him since day one, Conrad was known for saving people. He was a corpsman in Afghanistan, so he was known for putting others before himself. There was a boy who ran off today, names Jonah. And another doctor, Annie. All Three including Conrad got into a fire. Annie being the worst injured and Jonah being the least, Conrad insisted on seeing Annie’s surgery, so you went with him. He got a bit lightheaded, so you laid him down on the floor, then when you went to get him an IV. He made you stay with him. God, he was attached to you. You sat next to his body, he rubbed his head gently but absently while he looked up at you. He held your hand, while you ranted on almost losing him. He cut you off

“I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me.”

He said the last part with a smile, his smile lit up your world like a firework. He leaned into your hand while you rubbed his head. He started to rub your head, he brought his hand up to rub through your hair

“I love you.”

He said while he stared up at your face, like you were the most precious thing to him. Something he treasured more than the world. All of that was true of course, he treasured you like his most prized possession.